|
Glastonbury 2007
The Yak informs me that after his usual Saturday nosebag, grape and mother's milk, he fell into a couple of hours troubled sleep before arising courtesy of his alarm to risk hangover and RSI in a near impossible dialling quest for the Holy Glastonbury tickets. He tells me that he failed miserably, but that other members of his long lost herd sorted him out from afar.
He was just wondering if any other beings out there were heading down Somerset way for that glorious weekend towards the end of June?
|